Ghosts and the Paranormal
The Unused Room
I spent 5 years in Ireland during which time I rented a variety of older houses. Given a sixth sense for creepy vibes — you think I would have seen this one coming.
My husband and I rented the top floor of a two-story house just a 20-minute walk from Galway city center in our last year of postgraduate school at the National University of Ireland. The house was one of many built-in a row in line with some ancient trees further into the housing estate. It had a lush lawn looking out on the shared neighborhood green.
Upon entering the house was the shared entryway with the first-floor tenants. Unlock our inside door and you immediately walk up a flight of steps. To the right of the stairs was a tiny kitchen with a vinyl floor featuring the basic amenities, such as a stove and kitchen table to sit, next to a window looking out on the green.
Moving clockwise, a bathroom, the master bedroom with a window looking out to the backyard, and featuring its own handy wash basin sink, and then a living room both longer and bigger than the bedroom that looked out on the green.
Finally, above the entry hall and with a small window facing the green, was a tiny bedroom that fit a tiny wall mirror, an old cupboard, and a single bed. This apartment was larger than most of the places that we…
